Chapter 12
Dinner was a variation on chicken Caesar salad, plus some shoestring fries and wine. After dinner, Calvin led Paul into the bedroom, which he’d decorated with red rose petals. They were everywhere. All over the carpet, the bed, the pillows. And there was a single red rose on one of the pillows. Paul had never had anything as romantic done for him and it brought a tear to his eye that Calvin should think so much of him to go to such effort.
“You like?” asked Calvin.
Paul nodded. “I do.”
Calvin kissed him on the lips.
He felt a small ripple of electricity wash through his body.
“Hang on,” said Calvin. He took a lighter out of his pocket and lit the candles he’d placed on each of the bedside tables. “There you go. Now it’s perfect.”
“It really is,” said Paul. “It really is.”